On the outskirts of Shomori Ward, Kyoto, Royal Shooting Club.

It is 10 centimeters thick and more than 2 meters high with an iron fence that is as far as the eye can see, and is covered with creepers and various vine plants, making it look evergreen all year round.

There are two huge unicorn statues at the main entrance, the left unicorn contains a jewel in its mouth, bows its head and roars, showing a red color, and the right unicorn looks up to the sky and roars, and there is nothing in the mouth, which is the color of ink blue.

Compared with the two, it is the Ice and Fire Kirin Beast, majestic and domineering.

The distance between the two unicorns is 30 meters, and this 30 meters distance is the gate of the club.

There is also a statue on the right side of the gate, which is a sculpture of a modern person wearing shockproof earplugs, tilting his head and shooting with a gun, which is lifelike and vivid. On the lower side of the statue is a stele, which is engraved with four big characters of "Royal Shooting".

The entrance is heavily guarded, and various filings and numbers can be seen at the entrance, while entry and exit are subject to strict scanning and inspection.

The courtyard is a huge parking lot, which is full of luxury cars, all kinds of off-road, business, sedan and sports cars are dazzling, the most conspicuous is the two Hummer H2 parked in the corner, the body is so huge that they are like two monsters in the parking lot, and the Land Cruiser next to it is not enough.

The car was obviously "remodeled", one black shiny, and the other was pink, which was in stark contrast to the original strength of the Hummer.

The doors of a black van opened, and two men and two women stepped out of the car.

It is Jiang Yang, Bancun, Soho, and Xu Mengdan.

"Brother, those two things are cars? That's not a tank! ”

Bancun stepped forward in surprise, crouched down in amazement and touched the huge wheels of the Hummer.

Jiang Yang nodded: "During World War II, the German devil's tank was not enough, so he used this thing to replace the tank." ”

"Cow."

Bancun reluctantly touched the car.

He loves it so much.

The combination of 1.9 meters and his huge size makes any car look like a toy in his eyes, not grand enough.

When he saw the Humvee, Pancun's eyes lit up.

Jiang Yang couldn't see his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, don't look at it, I'll ask Brother Bai to get you one when you go back." ”

"Really!"

Board inch excited.

Jiang Yang nodded, and Ban Cun reluctantly took his eyes off the car.

At this time, a middle-aged man with suspenders, hair, and glasses walked not far away.

Walked in front of a few people and stopped, and said, "Sister Su, this is Mr. Jiang, right?" Soho nodded: "Sixi, Mr. Si is inside?" ”

Sixi smiled: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Say goodbye and make a gesture of please.

Sixi led the way in front, Soho Sumondan in the middle, and Jiang Yang and Bancun followed.

Itachi is like a curious baby, looking at everything here.

The main building of the Royal Shooting Club is a standard antique building with blue bricks and glazed tiles, and the exposed infrastructure is all made of wood, and the whole body exudes a faint fragrance, especially after entering the hall, which makes people almost unclear which dynasty they are in.

Huge is no longer enough to describe the size of this place.

The shape of the palace is the same, and there is a main hall, a side hall, and one of the smallest imitation halls is also a pattern of nearly 1,000 square meters.

The ground is paved with a good bluestone slab, and on the auxiliary corridor is a whole piece of white marble carved Yulin Hanjingtu, and the border of white marble is made of fine gold inlaid agate or various jade.

And this is just something to step on under your feet in the yard.

In this way, this club is just a place to shoot, but in fact, it has other intentions.

"Brother, the palace is nothing more than that."

Itachi was amazed as he walked.

Jiang Yang lowered his voice and said: "It can't be compared with the imperial palace, but this scene can only be seen in Kyoto, after all, it is the root of the imperial city, and from the point of view of the royal family, other cities can't do this kind of charm." ”

Ban Cun leaned over and said softly: "Brother, is this place really just a gunner?" Are shooting clubs really that profitable? ”

Jiang Yang said with a smile: "Look at this scene, ordinary people can't even enter the door." Shooting is not expensive, and a bullet is only a few dozen dollars, but those who can use money as bullets to play with these years are not idle people. If you can bring these people together, the value behind them is immeasurable. ”

"So I guess."

Jiang Yang patted Pancun's shoulder: "His club doesn't make money, and he will never rely on this bullet to make money, the owner of this place wants information about Kyoto and connections in Kyoto." ”

"I see."

Ban Cun nodded thoughtfully: "Whatever, I haven't touched a gun anyway, brother, let me try it later?" ”

"Okay."

Jiang Yang said happily: "It's all here, I'll take you to shoot in a while, it just so happens that I also have itchy hands, and I haven't touched a real guy for a long time." ”

"For a long time?"

Ban Cun looked at Jiang Yang suspiciously: "Brother, have you shot before?" ”

Jiang Yang smiled awkwardly: "I like gun models. "Passing through the main hall, there is another compound.

The courtyard is paved with milky white marble, and the garden landscape is unique, and the staggered placement looks chaotic, but under closer inspection, it is neat and tidy, which makes people breathtaking.

From a design point of view, it really takes care of it.

Re-entering the hall, an introduction to the Imperial Club appears at the door.

The year of the founding, the origin, etc.

In particular, there is a huge "strip" on the right side of the yard.

Bancun was surprised: "This ...... Isn't this a missile!! ”

After hearing this, Sixi smiled and introduced: "Mr. Si Hai has a special contribution, the one you see is not a real missile, it is empty, it is just a missile shell." ”

"Good."

Bancun's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity.

Jiang Yang looked at the introduction of this shooting club and watched it very carefully.

Among them, the introduction of the founder Si Hai is only a passing mention, with a long story of more than 2,000 words, and the word Si Hai only appeared once.

The history and culture, the original intention of the club, the intention, etc., are written very carefully, and most of them are mainly teaching, and various types of firearms are divided into letters such as ABCD.

Below the introduction column, are the instructors and students of the Royal Shooting Club.

These are clearly represented.

is like a coach, with a photo on it, and his resume written in detail below, similar to an instructor of such and such an army, a certain team, a certain firearms expert, etc.

And the students are much more interesting.

Almost all of them are top entrepreneurs, popular superstars, and people on various rich lists. Mixed with a few unwell-known, you don't have to think about it to know which super bosses are hidden in a certain circle.

The coaches were divided into three, six, and nine, and the students of the club were also divided into three, six, nine, and so on.

The ranks are divided, but the Imperial Club gives the ranks a nice name, which is distinguished by a membership card.

Black-card, gold, green.

Each represents the three levels of the Royal Shooting Club.

Black-card is a super super VIP, that is, a top member. The gold card is regarded as a supreme VIP, which is relatively advanced. As for the green card, it should be aimed at those ordinary customers, the customer group who are shooting for the sake of guns.

Seeing this, Jiang Yang was more sure of his thoughts.

"It's kind of interesting."

Jiang Yang looked at the club's "corporate culture" with his hands in his hands, smiled and muttered to himself.